(miniflash story)

“Good morning!” He said, opening the door of a brand-new black Lamborghini for me.

After that we went to a Japanese restaurant. Everything was fine until the waiter came. We had a huge choice, but my chosen one offered me the best. “Sweetie, choose, futumaki or uramaki! Though, maybe you prefer kaiseki with sachimi?” I thought a sec and said with confidence, “It’ll be red borscht!”

After that, my honey bear faded away like a genie, and I even dont know why! Ive kept to sushi and konbu diet for the whole year and all this time I dreamt about red borscht with a slice of salo…